Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Gong,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.